In the evening, just off work, Murong Yan received a phone call from Yang Fan.
"Off work yet?" he asked.
"Just left the company."
"Come out for a bit."
"Sure, give me the address."
"The seawall on the Bund outside of Xinghai City."
"Ah? The seawall!" She initially thought he was asking her out for dinner but turns out it was to catch the sea breeze.
"Right."
"Okay, I'll be right there." Murong Yan didn't sense anything amiss; this kid always had his whims. What was he up to this time?
The moon was bright, and few stars were scattered across the sky, casting a pale glow over the earth.
The sound of the waves persisted, endlessly coming and going, maintaining their ancient, unchanging rhythm amidst the roaring.
Standing on the long seawall was a person.
Facing the sea, hands in his pockets, his young and handsome face was clearly visible in the bright moonlight.
